David H. Hackworth
2 June 1998
THE WAR RACKET HAS BECOME TOO DANGEROUS
The freighter sat low in the water as it steamed out of Long Beach Harbor.
My uncle, a shot up World War I vet who drank a lot of cheap California
wine, to drive away the demons of war, told me, "There goes another
boatload of scrap iron to feed the Japanese war machine."
He took a long pull from his brown-paper-bag-wrapped bottle and said "The
varmints did the same thing in my war."
His war was the "War to End All Wars," fought 20 years before in France
He lamented on how in the Civil War his blue-uniformed father was shot at
by Yankee cannon balls sold to the Rebels by Northern manufacturers more
into making a buck than doing the right thing for the United States of
"Cuz money is what war,s really all about" Uncle Roy said. "130,000
Americans died in my war. For what, to make big companies richer?"
At age 15, on Guam, I got to see firsthand what that scrap metal had done.
Though the fighting had stopped, there were knocked-out Japanese tanks,
artillery pieces and ugly chunks of shrapnel littering the island. And most
were made from the junk that came from ships that sailed out of our harbors
in the 1930s.
A lot of the Marines and soldiers I spoke to on that blood-soaked island
said they were permanently wearing shards of steel that enterprising
American businessmen had sold to Japan to sharpen their bottom-lines; and a
lot of their buddies had been stuffed in mattress covers and buried under
neat white rows of crosses and stars because U.S. entrepreneurs put profit
Many of these battle-hardened vets wore that thousand-yard stare, the same
one Uncle Roy toted around, and they all seemed just as bitter.
During the last half of the 20th Century, U.S. arms merchants have
brokered deals with most of the world,s top rats. They,ve outfitted death
squads in Latin America, provided Saddam Hussein and Company with the best
killing machines money could buy and are now busily supplying Bosnian
fanatics not only with top weaponry, but also with American mercenaries to
train their pet killers.
Almost 60 years after I watched those ships sail to Japan, Bill Clinton
and close aides are accused of helping China become the next Evil Empire.
This is the same China that gave the world the rape of Tibet and the blood
bath of Tiananmen Square. The same China that the CIA says has nuclear
tipped missiles aimed at our cities.
Experts say Loral Space engineers provided missile guidance technology
that will allow those missiles to strike with pinpoint accuracy anywhere in
The boss man of Loral Space and Communications, Bernard Schwartz, has
slipped $2 million into Democrat coffers since Clinton entered the Oval
office. Donations that greased the skids for Schwartz, one of America,s
highest-paid CEOs, to travel aboard a U.S. Air Force aircraft to China with
the late Commerce Secretary Ron Brown, Mr. Clinton,s Mr. Fix it.
Brown -- who was close to being indicted for wheeling and dealing just
before he met his mysterious death on a hillside in Croatia -- saw to it
that Schwartz ended up with a $250 million deal with China, a future Super
Power who will soon challenge America militarily.
When you look at the business Schwartz sleazed in as a result of his $2
million plane trip, his first-class ticket to sell America down the drain
starts looking more and more like mere petty cash.
When the Pentagon protested that if Loral provided China with an improved
missile system it would threaten America, their warnings were dismissed by
Clinton. Reelection, it seems, was more important to the President and his
top economic advisors than missiles aimed at Main Street USA.
It,s become the American way both for Democrats and Republicans -- to
make huge profits out of war and the threat of war. But today the risks are
bigger than ever. We,re no longer talking shells made from American scrap
iron raining down on our soldiers far, far away on other country,s
battlefields. We,re talking Chinese nuclear missiles -- equipped with a
Loral guidance systems -- taking out your hometown before you can say,
"SHOW ME THE MONEY. "